Penn Kname

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Tinderbox” by Penn Kname

Submitted to Contest #108

My dad built the house we grew up in all our lives. In between shifts, using up every weekend for two years, asking for small loans every now and then, and adding new installations to the structure whenever he saved up enough money. My mom worked too, pitching in to the construction costs whenever she could, but mostly using her salary to feed my and my sisters, and pay the rent for the crappy studio apartment we all lived in. It was hard work, and I think my dad got a tetanus shot in the middle of it all, but by the time I could start walki...

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“Cycle” by Penn Kname

Submitted to Contest #99

Happiness is like the sun. Those few words repeated themselves in my head as I saw the star rise slowly over the horizon, its rays breaking apart as they crashed onto all the houses they illuminated. He hadn’t even said it that much, the old man, but that phrase was all I could think of as I saw the sky turn from blue, to red, orange, and even pink and purple in some places. The clouds reflected all of this, and it was the sun who gave it to us; the most beautiful canvas there was to see. How long had it been since I’d seen the sun rise? Th...

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“Windows to Everywhere” by Penn Kname

Submitted to Contest #97

Good morning, Captain Wyant. It is currently 9:00 a.m. Atlantic Standard Time. Time for you to wake up! Nine bells had rung before she said that, nine loud bells, so Athena’s normally synthetically-soothing voice felt more like satire than anything else that morning. “Good morning, Athena.” I said this groaning, trying not to blame her punctuality on my raging headache. Though she had seen me drinking the night before and perhaps discounting the bells that morning would’ve been an innovative and thoughtful gesture on her part. But that didn’...

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“Let the Strange Man In” by Penn Kname

Submitted to Contest #96

A strange man walked through the small, unassuming town of Derwood one morning. He was not from here, that much was obvious, because Derwood was a beautiful, and quaint place. Its few homes rested, or rather perched, on a vibrant green hillside that overlooked a small, calm, piece of a much larger ocean. The streets were archaic, like everything else in that place, and so they were still narrow and made of cobblestone; and they winded through the homes and markets whose roofs and window sills were every color of the rainbow. It was picturesq...

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